I was scrolling through my IG feed when I stumbled upon a post thanking Mary Oliver. My heart broke a little when I read on and discovered that she died on January 17. Her poems are a balm to the soul. This gem of a poem will always resonate with me so much. Mysteries, … More So Long, Mary Oliver
Listen. Do you hear the warble of meadow larks?
The sweet gush of spring nearby? … More A Brief Interlude
The wind has whispered to my ears the sweetest sound a human could hear.
I am currently smitten by Henry David Thoreau, so much so that I am on the brink of fangirling over a man who lived two centuries ago. I know, it sounds pathetic. I was reading his essay, Walking, moments ago. He talked about the art of Walking and how only a few completely understood it. … More The Art of Walking